Jungkook's POV
My whole day was ruined.

I don't know what I should be doing. My heart beats weirdly at the mere mention of that stupid celestial's name. Ever since he came back from the death, he look very different, so ethereal that my eyes can't be peeled off from him sight.

Shit. I have to act tough and keep my mind focused with trapping him again. I cannot be analysing how I feel, how flustered I get, how ticklish my tummy gets with his appearance around me.

Just like this morning when I saw him at the parking lot, he looked absolutely breathtaking and that god damn it confession he made about still being in love with me, scars my heart.

I hate him. I really do.

He is making sure he remains angelic and all goody two shoes while people imagine me as the heartless one. Well, I am. I give no damn about this, but I hate when people perceive me for something I'm not.

How can he possibly still love me after I stab him to death? After I used him, fcked him to my pleasure and left his body ruthless at the garden? How?

Part of my body can't repel his attraction whenever he is near my vicinity. It's like his entire presence works like a magnet and I become such a sucker. My heart aches in a way when I can't hug him or call him mine.

"Aish! Jungkook get the fcking sanity in your brain! Argh!!"

I pulled my hair in frustration as I allowed my body to sink deeper into my bed, swallowing the silence of my home as I rushed back after ending our meeting with Namjoon earlier.

"Are you feeling ok Kooks?"

My eyes flung open. I see no one. But I know whose voice it is and he is the only one I love calling me Kooks.

I sat upright on my bed, scanning for the hidden presence. Since he have turned to an Angel, he is quite cute with playing his angelic tricks on me. I smirked knowing that he is definitely watching me. Unknowingly, I was glad he didn't leave me alone.

"What the Fck you want Taehyung?"

Silence.

"Get the Fck out of my head."

"Kooks..."

"SHUT THE FCK UP TAEHYUNG. GET LOST."

It was a good 10 minutes of silence which I was convinced that ethereal angel is out of my head and my home. I was half way flopping back my body down to the bed when I saw a circle of silver and golden sparks taking its form into a human figure.

Bloody hell.

I gasped in awe as I have never personally seen something so breathtaking happening right in front of my eyes.

The glowing figure start taking its complete shape revealing a certain someone who I didn't know my heart yearned for until I see the face I've been hating.

"Kooks."

"Don't you have anything else to say beside calling my name all the damn time?"

"I missed you."

Ouch. The string of my heart is being pulled. Very dangerously, towards the silver hair boy. Oh! Did I tell you how obsessed I am with his new hair color and eyes? I'm whipped but I don't really wanna admit that.

"I don't."

"You're lying Jungkook."

"No shit Sherlock. I don't give a damn. I told you to stay away."

He was staring at me, no visible emotions evident on his hazel orbs, intimidating my dark soul.

"You know you're lying coz I can see how your soul is yearning for mine."

"You read minds now? Like fake mind reading?"

"Are you in denial Jungkook? Your perfect dark devil appearance is shattering under my presence? You can't seem to agree what your heart desires and that's pathetic."

How did he changed from being so angelic to a little devil with his mouth? So sassy.

"I told you. I'm gonna kill you again and make sure you won't return for good this time. I won't leave you alone so stupidly like the last time I did. Consider it as your blessing and now leave the fck out of here. I need to sleep."

Sound of melodious chuckles filled my dark and empty room. So sweet and so alluring. I unconsciously closed my eyes and let the sound to sink in. I loved it.

"Your soul and body craves for every bits of me. Just your silly little devil's brain works in denial."

The voice was so close to my ears, making me jump as I literally dropped backwards on my bed, hands over my heart, calming the racing heart.

I opened my eyes to see the beauty displayed in front of me, more like hovering over me. His presence and scent is so strong, it's making my knees weak. It's a good thing I'm already laying on my bed, I saved myself from an embarrassment of dropping dead on my knees.

"You want me to leave Kooks?"

He was still a safe distance by the bed's edge, standing very casually, but I feel his voice gently caressing my face, almost like I can feel his touch on my skin. How? Stupid angel tricks.

I was so focused on thinking about the sensation I felt at that moment, involuntarily shaking my head making him laugh out loud, showcasing his boxy smile when I heard him say "You're doing what I did, you're shaking your head no but you're saying yes."

Did I?

I noticed that I did shake my head implying no I don't want him to stay but my lips parted with a yes. Am I confused?

"L-leave."

"You don't sound very convincing Kooks."

How the bloody fck am I suppose to deny him or ignore him when he is standing so close to me, so inviting, making my little devil want to ravish him.

"How about...I just stay for the night?"

Wait what? He wanna stay? With me? The guy who murdered him? Not to mention I am now the demon king as well? Basically like his number one arch nemesis. What is this boy up to?

"Don't think too much Kooks. I'm tired and sleepy. I missed you so I came to visit you. Can you let me to stay."

Don't do it Jungkook. Don't bloody do it.

"Whatever."

You stupid demon king! I mentally slapped myself, climbed further onto my bed, took the duvet all to myself and turned on my right side, closing my eyes for sleep to take over.

As you would have predicted, sleep didn't happen but Taehyung did. When the bed beside me dipped with his feather like weight, I knew I'm fcked. His newly anointed scent of peonies and hint of peach is driving me insane. I can no longer feel my own musky scent, only Taehyung's alone.

"Goodnight Kooks, I love you."

I heard him whispering the last 3 words very lightly, but it went straight to my heart and sunk deep into my mind.

I shut my eyes closed even tighter, trying to ignore the warmth behind my back. I noticed the intensity was growing closer but I chose to ignore it. I am Jungkook, the King of the dark realms for Fck sake, I have my own pride.

Screw it.

When I felt a pair of arms sneaking over my waist, my heart leapt out of my chest, so I guess I am literally feeling heartless now as I was holding my breathe, getting mummified.

A soft pair of lips planted its spot on my naked shoulder (yea, I sleep with only pair of boxers or sweatpants, today with the the latter). I flinched but didn't turn around or say anything.

I expected the little angel to stop his mischievous act but bloody hell, this is not the Taehyung I knew. The kiss continued to my neck and his warm breath blew some of the long strands of my hair behind my neck as I felt him nibbling on my skin.

My eyes were still closed, gripping itself tighter as my knuckles turned white under my grip, holding onto the very last bit of self control and pride I spoke about earlier.

The nibbling continued to become hungry kisses and I felt his wet lips and tongue nibbling my ear lobe next. Breathing so sensually, running a marathon of goosebumps down my body.

"I missed your touch Kooks. So much."

Is he shameless as well now? I was fighting my own demon from turning over and ripping his ass off. Fck.

Part of me was cozying up to his gentle touch and sweet trains of word as well. I've never been handled so lovingly before, I always fuck the others and leave them, or in Tae's case, I always showered him with fake love to deceive him since he was so submissive.

But, boy or boy, who is this new avatar?

The last strand of my self control flew back to the dark realm when I was turned around with the silver hair angel's swollen lips, hazel eyes staring down at me. He must have sucked my neck good seeing how red and swollen his lips gotten.

"Kooks...I..."

I didn't allow him to finish. I used my strength to overturn his fragile body, towering the panting mess under me, hips directly attaching to his, releasing the friction I was itching to rub against.

"Mine."

The word rolled out my moth before I could process what would come next.

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I really wanted to complete this chapter much faster than intended but my schedule has been crappy.

Hope it was still bearable for you.